The pack did not call it a ceremony.
That was what unsettled Glosh the most.
There were no banners, no drums, no formal announcement echoing through the valley. No crown placed upon her head. No title spoken aloud.
And yet, by midday, everyone knew.
She felt it in the way wolves bowed—not deeply, not dramatically, but with a quiet certainty. In the way conversations stopped when she passed, not from fear, but from respect. In the way elders paused before speaking, waiting for her nod before continuing.
This was not power claimed.
It was power given.
Glosh stood at the edge of the high overlook, staring down at the forest that stretched endlessly beyond the pack’s borders. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, hiding secrets she knew were already moving toward them.
She folded her
